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About Liege

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

Binche Discreet Hookups

Binche is traditionally done in very fine thread; it’s in the same style of laces as Flanders, Valencienne, Point de Paris etc; and not too different from the old Dutch lace some of us learnt .

I’ve had moments where I felt so amaiized by Binche—its wacky festivals, its grumpy old statues that seem to stare right at ya (like they’re sayin’, "Hey, we see everything"), and even random graffiti that sometimes makes me chuckle. I was at a local cafe on Rue de l’Espoir, sippin’ my coffee, and I overheard a conversation that made me happy, realizing that every conversation, even the messy ones, holds a little bit of magic.

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